"I have done what she asked."
"How much?" The moment after he was ashamed of the question; it was immaterial.
"That is my own affair, Toby," she said.
Toby poked the fire aimlessly, and a dismal, impotent anger against Kit burned in his heart.
"Borrowing! Kit borrowing!" he said at length.
"Of course, I haven't let her borrow," said Lily quietly, sealing the note.
"You have made her a present of it?"
"Oh, Toby, how you dot your i's this morning!" she said. "Shall I unseal what I have written, and put a postscript saying you wish it to be understood that so much interest is charged on a loan? No, I am talking nonsense. Come, it is time to go out. Kit is coming to see me this afternoon, soon after lunch, so we must be back before two."
"Kit coming to see you? What for?"
"She asked me if I would be in at three. I know no more. Oh, my good child, why look like a boiled owl?"